My inventive daughter made this bizarre pipe cleaner contraption. You see, it was a ‘weather storm watch’, and she was super distracted by it at dinner time so my husband asked her to take it off. Submissively, she just yanked at it two or three times until it came loose, returning it to just a plain old pipe cleaner. Ryan watched how she handled it and said, “Careful! Don’t break it.” To which she responded, “Nah, it’s easy to fix it; I made it”.
Cue God-moment right there!
God made us, formed us, programmed us to be His. He designed our beginning and our end. He orchestrated how we’d grimace, smile, and cry. He knows every hair on our head. He made humanity, so He can fix humanity—no matter how broken it may seem.
Once saved, we have a redeemed spirit, yet still battle the ebbs and flows of our soul and body—our humanity rearing its ugly head. We can all feel a little broken, either externally or internally.
Yet, God’s mammoth grace was injected into our core, perfecting us to be like Him. Remade. Reborn. Rescued. Saved.
There’s nothing religious about it. It’s a pure relief if you understand the gift.
I once heard the saying, “I’m a Christian. That doesn’t mean I’m perfect; it just means I’ve got a friend in heaven.”
Our salvation isn’t affordable. So, to a degree, we ought to take with a grain of salt our humanity and simply say, “Thank you”, knowing we are loved. Our spirits perfected in Christ Jesus, our souls and bodies being made right. His ‘I love you’ gift given freely.
The Father sent His Son to earth to fix messy ‘us’. He made Jesus—who knew no sin—to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.
So, next time you’re feeling down because of the ‘stuff’ where humanity shines, don’t feel guilty, don’t feel bad. Tell yourself, “God made me and He fixed me, and here on out it’s not by my strength, but the Lord’s”.